Lobstar Wilde

I'm enjoying this game.

A rare pinprick of light in a vast cosmos of moronic blackness.

Once you are seen as unwell then all your imagined rights and boundaries dissolve into the air and people feel comfortable locking you away, going through all your stuff, and putting you on pills.

People don't really care about what you're saying until you start to make them uncomfortable, then they become a threat to your autonomy and will actively make things worse for you.

There is a need for misery and frustration. Without these two base feelings hanging out on the outer regions of my psyche, I would have no reason to really express myself or build projects to relieve myself.